#1950 #Xaipe
the boys i mean are not refined they go with girls who buck and bi… they do not give a fuck for luck they hump them thirteen times a ni… one hangs a hat upon her tit
my sonnet is A light goes on in the toiletwindow,that’s straightac… my window,night air bothered with… sort of sublimated tom-tom which quite outdoes the mandolin-
my girl’s tall with hard long eyes as she stands,with her long hard h… silence on her dress,good for slee… is her long hard body filled with… like a white shocking wire, when s…
somewhere i have never travelled,… any experience,your eyes have thei… in your most frail gesture are thi… or which i cannot touch because th… your slightest look easily will un…
goodby Betty,don’t remember me pencil your eyes dear and have a g… with the tall tight boys at Tabari… s,keep your teeth snowy, stick to… wear dark,and where your meeting b…
and what were roses. Perfume?for… forget…or mere Music mounting unsu… twilight but here were somethin… childish,more beautiful almost tha…
into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing.
writhe and gape of tortured perspective rasp and graze of splintered normality
little ladies than dead exactly dance in my head,precisely dance where danced la guerre. Mimi à
cruelly,love walk the autumn long; the last flower in whose hair, they lips are cold with songs for which is
“next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims’ and… say can you see by the dawn’s earl… country 'tis of centuries come and… and are no more what of it we shou…
hist whist little ghostthings tip—toe twinkle—toe little twitchy
i like to think that on the flower you gave me when we loved the far-
swi( across! gold’s rouNdly )ftblac k1(ness)y
when my love comes to see me it’s just a little like music,a little more like curving colour(sa… orange) against silence,or darkn…